Page 70 of Without Bound
My mouth pops when I release him, and my head falls back. I swallow the moan that so desperately wants to cry out and roll my hips to meet his rhythm.
I slide my hand into his sleep pants and grip his cock that throbs for release. I stroke him, up and down a few times, and feel the vibrations of his moan when his lips clamp onto my neck.
“Bishop. Fuck me. Please,” I beg.
He shakes his head and says, “No condom.”
I rip my hand from his pants and pull him from my neck.
“Just once. Please? I promise I’m on the pill and I’ve never missed a day. I’m not trying to trick you, I just really need to feel your cock deep inside of me.”
The rumble of his chest is low and ominous and all I see are the blacks of his eyes. He lifts me by the waist, one arm banded tightly around me, and rips my shorts and underwear off in one swift move.
I’m spun around and he walks until my back hits the wall.
“Be very quiet, baby girl,” he warns, and I nod my head.
Bishop slides his pants down just enough to free his massive cock and runs the head up and down my seam. My eyes close and I long to call out for him.
He pushes slowly inside of me and I feel fuller than ever before.
“Oh god,” I hush. “Your dick is so big. You feel so good, Bishop.”
He buries his head into the crook of my neck and begins to rock in and out of me. My back slinks up and down the wall and I grip him tighter. Around his neck, waist and dick.
He hisses and starts pumping faster. My breaths are falling heavy and I’m feeling the weightlessness start to come in. He connects with my clit and I grind my hips for more friction.
“Like that. More,” I plead.
One of his giant hands slips under my shirt and up to my breast. He tweaks my nipple and it sends a shock straight to my pussy.
I fall into oblivion and whine with pleasure.
“Shh,” he shushes in my ear, then clamps a tight hand around my mouth.
I let my voice free now that the sound is muffled, and moan and mewl. His accuracy at hitting my perfect spot over and over draws out my orgasm until I feel like I may pass out from lack of oxygen. It’s either the orgasm or the fact that his hand is clamped so tightly on my mouth and part of my nose that barely a wisp of air can pass.
My eyes fly open when I reach the pinnacle then let them fall shut again when I climb down.
Bishop’s body begins to jerk and his thrusts dive deeper. “I’m going to pull out.”
“No,” I tell him, though it’s mumbled. He drops his grip on my mouth and I beg, “No please. I need you to come in me. Let me feel you.”
His eyes lock on mine as he continues fucking me. I see and feel the moment he reaches his peak. His body goes tense and his cock throbs inside of me until I feel his hot cum pouring out.
He groans and bites my neck. I suffocate the scream with my hand until his hold on me relaxes. His forehead rests against mine and our chests rise and fall at the same rapid pace.
“I’m sorry. Was I too rough, baby girl?” he pants.
“No. I want more of it.”
He grins, sated and happy. “Not tonight. Next time. We better get back to our rooms before someone wakes up and notices us missing.”
He sets me down carefully then grabs my shorts while tucking himself in. He kneels at my feet, holding open my shorts for me to step in.
“I need my panties,” I insist.
“Nuh uh. They’re mine now.” He opens his mouth and clamps his teeth onto the lace, letting the panties hang from his mouth.
